As my squad leader in military school, Jerry taught me the ropes and made me understand not to take life or myself too seriously. Jerry loved to clown around and although he was an upperclassman he treated us underlings better than most. He graduated two years before I did and I can still vividly recall his proudly showing up at an Alumni Day event wearing his Army Class "A" uniform and telling some of us he was on his way to Vietnam. That was the last time I saw him. Although he may not wish to be remembered for this feat, Jerry was the only person I have ever known who could place his entire fist in his mouth. Now that was something for an impressionable 16-year-old to see!